My Dad - part 1

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My Dad - part 1

My dad was kind of strange, so it was no surprise when my mom ran off and left us. From the time I was about 4 or 5 years old, Dad would punish me by taking me into his bedroom alonw and closing the door. He would sit on a narrow chair and stand me in front of him and tell me to pull my pants and briefs down to my ankles. He would tell me what I had done wrong, all the time looking at my exposed privates. While he was talking to me, I was exposed to him from the waist down. Then he would take my arm and pull me towards him and tell me to lay over his lap so he could punish me. Once over his lap he would pull my shirt up to my armpits so my backside was exposed to him from my ankles to my armpits. He would spank me, and spank me, but not too hard, often keeping his hand on my buttocks after each slap. When done with his spanking, he would run his hands over my body telling me how he didn’t like to punish me, but I had been a bad boy. After doing this for awhile, he would tell me to stand up, in front of him again, my pants still down to my ankles and my shirt caught up above my waist, and he would talk to me again about my behavior. He would then tell me that though he punished me, he still loved me, and he would take me in his arms and kiss me several times, more than once on my mouth. As he held me and kissed me, his hands were always on my skin somewhere, moving his hands up and down on my body, usually on by spanked bottom. He did this at least once a week. After mom left. when I was 8 going on 9, he made me shower with him because, he said, the water bill was too high. He would wash me with a cloth, rubbing every part of my little boy body and making sure that he got his finger a little in my asshole 'to be sure I was clean.' At first I didn't like it but after awhile it felt kinda good. Sometimes his finger went in pretty far. He made me wash his private parts because he said I could reach them better. When I did his dick got hard and stood out. He wasn't very tall but his dick was pretty big. After mom left I had trouble sleeping and would wake up crying. He would come get me and take me into his bed. He would kiss me 'to calm me down' and more often than not he would kiss me on my mouth. One night he kissed me and said that when he did that I should kiss him back, so, being a good little boy, I did, and his kisses started lasting longer and longer. He would hold me against him and I could feel something hard, but I didn't know then what it was. It was now summer and he would have me sleep in just boxers and he would wear only boxers and sometimes when he was 'calming me down' his hard dick would come out the front. At least then I knew what I had felt against my leg. Then one night it happened. He came and got me even though I was asleep. He pretended I had been having a bad dream and he took me into his bed and was kissing me and I was kissing him back, like I had been told. His dick was already out and I could feel it against my bare leg. It was hard and he was getting goo on my leg. Then he told me to put my hand on his dick and when I hesitated he took my hand and put it on his hard dick and he kissed me again. Then he moved away and took off his shorts, then mine. I didn't know what he was doing. He pulled back the sheet and said in a voice that meant business, kiss it. I knew what he meant and I knew I'd get hit if I didn't so I leaned down and kissed his hard dick, getting the goo on my lips. I looked up at him and he said suck it, like a lollipop, so I did. He took my hand and moved it up and down the shaft while I had his dick head in my mouth, sucking on it. He was breathing heavy and he said in a strained voice, drink my juice baby, its good for you and his dick began to spurt and warm salty gooey stuff came into my mouth. Like a good little boy I drank it down in small gulps as fast as I could. There was a lot and it tasted kinda good, though some of it ran out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. From that night on I slept in Dad's bed and drank his juice, but this was only the beginning of my story.

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